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Estarcian War Time LetterDear Cyric,
I'm sure by the time you get this letter you would have already heard the bad news. It's true Altiplos has fallen. The foreign invaders came without warning, and surrounded my fair city in no time at all. I'm not sure what our enemy wants yet. I don't know how these soldiers will treat my people, now that we've been forced to surrender. I'm praying the best for them. Even praying has become hard though when there's still so much I don't know!
I feel like I have no excuses for our defeat. The fate of Estarcia's great forge was on my shoulders, and I have failed her so. Ah, if only you were here, good friend. You've always been the better tactician between us. I guess my brawn is naught without your brains, huh? So many brave warriors laid down their lives. If only I had led them better, Cyric If only my reckless bravery actually led me an
A Duel at DuskThe room that Loch stepped inside was silent, but it was not a peaceful silence that he heard. It was the sort of calm that only came before a storm. It was the kind of quiet that only happened before something big was about to go down. Even the sound of his slow, cautious footfalls against the wooden floor seemed to be quieter than they should be. There was something that just wasn't right here, but the gray-winged heron couldn't exactly put his finger on it.
Maybe it was the fact that this was once a city hall back in the glory days of Arajudia, a place that once bustled with the sounds of everyday business. There was none of that to be found here. It was only a long, deserted, empty and desolate building that was half of its former glory without its residents. There weren't even any of the invaders' troops here, either! They all must have been too scared to come here for some reason.
"And they probably should be scared." Loch thought, furrowing his brow as he continued his sl
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The Castle that Never Was had been a home to the Organization since they could remember awakening. Sure, one had to deal with the constant dark skies, the oddity of a heart-shaped moon that certain members grew obsessed with, but this place gave the feeling of safety and welcoming to the thirteen most powerful Nobodies. Even if they didn't have any hearts, they had a feeling they belonged. So, if this was their one and only home, why was there a need to build another castle? What was the purpose of the new headquarters, which Marluxia would be in charge of? These thoughts and more puzzled the Cloaked Schemer, Zexion. Ever since he heard of
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